I would love to be shown to be wrong, but from my experience with Swedish artists, there are precious few that you would actually recognise as being even remotely Scandinavian. Why?
I blame Morrissey. If anyone has a problem with that, you know my e-mail address. There's not a lot to be said for front man Klas's laconic delivery, asides from the occasional turn of phrase that leaves the listener with a smile on his face. Not entirely dissimilar to fellow abstract Swede Jens Lekman.
KLAS, however, draw more from roots-roc k influences. With most songs barely clocking in at two minutes, there's a certain cuteness to these songs that may lead you to listen again. However, no song on the album really stands out from the rest and I think that might well have been the intention. "Nightswimming", though, is simply offensive to the ears. That might have been intentional too. "The Canaries" is a pleasant and incisive piece of twee-pop and the prime contender for the standout track on this album. Short, sweet and to the point.
By no means a bad album, it nonetheless lacks that enduring quality that separates the great from the good. This is a good album.